As for the origin of flesh creatures, a complete set of explanations and explanations have been obtained in the Explorers' Guild.

The first flesh creatures of Azeroth came from the Titan Guardians who were corrupted by the curse of flesh and blood, their bodies of rock or steel were corrupted by the curse, they forgot the great mission of their hearts, and their minds were truly "free", so in the chaos of the collapse of order, civilization was born.

So from this point of view, it is not wrong to say that the Thousand-Throated Demon Yog-Saron shaped the current civilization of Azeroth, after all, the first batch of flesh curses were spread by this Thousand-Throated Demon, of course, its purpose is not to build a completely free Azeroth... It serves other purposes, but that doesn't prevent Yug-Saron from shaping the origins of the civilization that has emerged.

So, the history of the era of civilization in Azeroth is actually based on a very weird, very bad, very chaotic foundation.

Mortals are not shaped by the righteous gods they believe in, but rather, they are born out of the most depraved evil.

If it were to be described in the same tone as a god's stick, then it would be...

The birth of flesh and blood is full of rebellious original sin!

This is also the reason why many believers have broken down in their faith and even end up joining cultist groups like Twilight's Hammer, because they can't accept that they are born with "evil".

Therefore, at present, the information on the origin of flesh and blood of the Explorers Association is in a sealed state, whether it is in the empire or the federation, this information is not allowed to be made public... This is not a kind of government concealment from the people, on the contrary, it is a kind of "goodwill" protection.

Of course, that's not what we're going to talk about now.

In the deepest part of Ulduar's inner sanctum, the passage to an ancient temple that had collapsed for most of its time was quickly cleared as it was the passage to the lower levels of the circular inner sanctum in the Titan City, and the passage to the deepest secrets hidden in the Titan City.

But entering through this collapsed gate and passage is not enough to directly enter the true seal of Yog-Saron, as Gugar said, the deepest Titan cage is locked by the power of four different guardians, relying on the methods of the cultists, it is impossible to break it, and can only wait for the Civilization Alliance to reopen those seals.

However, this does not mean that these cultists who have entered this place have nothing to do, in fact, they are performing a very important ritual.

"This place is distorted in space and time."

Benedictas looked back at the passage behind him, a strange force was affecting the place, the stone pillars that were built during the construction of the passage were all existing between the passages in a strange way of "twisting" and "breaking", and some of them seemed to be cut by sharp blades, not connected to each other, and even bent into an "L" shape.

But if you touch the stone pillars, you will find that they are still physically connected, but they appear to have been destroyed because of the spatial confusion.

The same happened at the junction between the ground and the deep halls, which were like crashed stairs destroyed by war, each of which was full of dangerous spatial rifts, and just now, two hapless cultists accidentally fell into it, and without even screaming, they were thrown into hell where the ghost knows where.

You must be extremely careful when walking in this place, as the slightest mistake will end up with no bones left.

"The last struggle of the Guardians has led to this outcome. (But even if they could manipulate space and time, they would still be no match for Yog Saron's power.) ）”

The ogre Gugar slowly explained to his companions:

"The Void is such a wonderful thing. (It can never be destroyed head-on, and in its spreading shadows, all things will be integrated into it.) ）”

"Is the Void all there is?"

Benedictas was dismissive of Gugar's description, and whispered:

"Is the void so shallow in your eyes? What a disappointment... But that's okay anymore, so, what are we doing here now? Is it a stupid waste of time to pin all your hopes on those "heroes"? ”

"Of course not! (We have more important tasks!) ）”

Gugar turned around and stood on the terrace on a high place, looking at the cultists who were sketching a huge ** formation on the chaotic land, and in front of those cultists, on the road leading to the seal of Yug-Saron, the stone sculpture of a giant creature was standing there, just looking at the huge monster born in the darkness, it would make people feel a call of the abyss...

Apparently, the prehistoric monster was not dead, even though it was sealed with petrification.

"That is the most loyal and powerful follower of the Elder Gods, the first beings born of fallen flesh, the most powerful Faceless General... (It's called "Crasis" in the folly mythology of mortals, meaning the Monarch of Destruction, and every Krasis is precious, but alas, only the last one is left here.) ）”

With a regretful expression, Gugar said to Benedictas and the mantis demons resting in the corridor:

"Krasis is a messenger of war who bears the will of the ancient gods. (These terrifying creatures possess great strength and savage intelligence, and their dark magic can even shatter the minds of the Titan Guardians.) ）”

"For example... Tyr, the god of justice. (Hehe, the mighty Guardian was besieged in his escape by two of Yog-Saron's most loyal generals, the dark and glorious Kihiks and Zakaki, and in the end the Guardian had to sacrifice himself to hold the mighty Crasis at bay.) ）”

The ogre spread his hands, as if to embrace the whole world in his arms:

"But so what? Tyr is still dead... And such a powerful dark general, in front of us, there is another one. (Tell me, Benedictas, how can mortals fight against the forces of darkness that we have awakened?) ）”

"They can't fight it!"

The Black Bishop stared at General Crasis in front of him, who was about to be reawakened by the magic of the cultists, even though it was in a petrified state, the appearance of this Crasis was still full of some kind of dark and depraved aura, its octopus-like head, tentacles, eyes full of chaos and destruction, the fish-like decoration, the twisted limbs like spiders behind its huge body, and two strange claws similar to fish claws, which were derived from its abdomen. It's like a monster that brings together all the creatures that represent chaos.

It probably shouldn't have been there, like its evil masters, the ancient gods who feed on the world...

He shook his head, as a cultist himself, Benedictas naturally understood what Crasis was and what it represented, and he didn't need the triumphant ogre Gugar to explain it to him.

Born from the purest form of fallen flesh of the Elder Gods, Krasis' mastery of dark magic has given them the power to regenerate... It was almost unimaginable to mortals at a rate of regeneration, and after one Krasis was killed, these strange and powerful dark beings could still slowly accumulate Void energy and eventually return to the world.

And some bloody, cruel cultist sacrifice rituals can speed up their resurrection, these things are the most terrifying warriors created by the ancient gods, as Gugar said, once the god of justice Tyr was killed in battle under the siege of two Crasis, which has fully demonstrated the strength of these monsters.

"They can only wait for despair to come..."

The Black Bishop shook his head, and he whispered to Gugar:

"It seems that you have all the plans, so I can rest assured... The ritual of calling and releasing Yog-Saron will no longer be disturbed. ”

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"I don't like this kind of trip..."

Archbishop Chaldea who had stepped down from the Draenei ship stood in the fiercest cold wind of the Northland, his plain black robe was whipped in the wind, and the archbishop of today looked very thin compared to the image of a young man a few years ago, he had a short beard, his hair was neatly combed, he held a black old canon, and the golden emblem of holy light hung around his neck, which made him look full of professional compassion.

At the waist of the archbishop's robes hangs a purple ceremonial dagger, not luxurious, nor a powerful magical item, according to the archbishop's private account, it was a gift from an old friend who had died in the orc war, so it was very memorable.

In short, if you have to find a "perfect" priest in the Church of the Light today, then Archbishop Chaldea can definitely be at the top of the list.

His private life was as innocent as that of the most traditional ascetics, and his reputation in the Stormwind Kingdom faith was comparable to that of His Majesty Varian, the Blood King.

"It's too tiring and too time-consuming."

The archbishop was complaining, muttering to himself, and behind him, a monk tried to drape his fur over the bishop, but the Chaldeans refused.

"I don't need it, my brother."

He smiled at the young monk and said:

"The Light will shelter you and me... And it's just a negligible low temperature. ”

As he spoke, behind the archbishop, a number of priests with a strong ascetic temperament stepped down from the Draenei spaceship one after another, some of them carrying heavy flails in their hands, which strongly did not match their appearance.

The identity of this group of monks is special, they are a new generation of "Ash Knights" trained by the Holy Light Church according to the "Silver Gray Holy Codex" and combined with the Holy Light Doctrine, they use the Holy Silver Weapon to fight, taking into account sincere faith and excellent martial arts, they are more like special paladins, but they do not wear armor...

Faith is their strongest armor.

This group of Ash Monks has proven themselves in the past few years, the martial arts they have mastered, they have a strong restraint against all kinds of dark forces, and the Ash Knights' secret cultivation methods have made them more and more powerful in the process of eradicating the darkness, at present, the training methods of the Ash Monks have been promoted to all churches in the entire human empire, between the current world form, such a power enhancement has been supported by all kings.

In the bitter cold wind, the archbishop's fingers habitually touched the dagger at his waist, and the lazy sound of darkness echoed in his heart, like an old friend.

"So, are you ready to face Yog Saron head-on? Chaldeans..."

Faced with this question, the Chaldean Archbishop smiled, and he whispered:

"If I say no... Will you let me out of here? ”

"What do you say?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Miss Saratas's voice:

Do you think I'm such a "kind" person? ”

"So, I'm ready, but I'm curious if you've regained your strength now after eating the last of Cthun's flesh essence..."

The archbishop closed his eyes, he took a deep breath, the cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow cleared his mind, and he whispered:

"You know, if you just rely on my strength, you can't fight against Yog Saron, I need you, what's more, we are different from other people who have been blinded, we know very well, Tyrion, he will not let you and me pass the test so easily, to deal with him, it is much more difficult than dealing with the ancient gods in the cage."

In the face of Chaldean's confession, Miss Saratas let out a pleasant laugh, but she did not hide her viciousness at all:

"Then you should be prepared in advance, my Chaldeans, you know, once you fall into the hands of Tyrion, you should know very well that I will not fight him head-on because of you, before I am still in my fledge..."

"You and I are walking on a difficult road, and we have seen hope, so don't let me down, Chaldeans, if you are unfortunate enough to be left behind, then I will not hesitate to abandon you!"

"You know, I've always ignored those who have straggled."

"Okay, okay."

The archbishop opened his eyes, and while gently discussing the doctrine of the Light with the monks around him, he replied inwardly:

"That's a pity..."

"I thought we were friends..."